This is a song about "Local"

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

Skipped school for public battles, to see our local mc to spit on sidewalks//

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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//

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

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

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

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//

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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