This is a song about "Local"

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

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

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,