This is a song about "Local"

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

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

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

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

For local and national attention,

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

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

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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