This is a song about "Local"

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

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

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//

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

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

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

It's kali, catch me at your local legalize acid rally

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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