This is a song about "Local"

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

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

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.

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

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

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Then you smoke a j of weed, and take his kids to the churches

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

For local and national attention,

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

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

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand