This is a song about "Local"

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.