This is a song about "Local"

You're uncool like my mother kin

For local and national attention,

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,

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

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

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

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

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

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,

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