This is a song about "Local"

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,

My talent should take me places i've never been

For local and national attention,

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

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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

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

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure