This is a song about "Local"

For local and national attention,

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

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.

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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,