This is a song about "Local"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

It's kali, catch me at your local legalize acid rally

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

15 years old im colder then the ice thats laced in the local night skating rink,

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

As far as some know, this man's woe was just a local uncommon pun

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list