This is a song about "Local"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

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

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

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

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

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

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

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,

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//