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

For local and national attention,

My position improving, not to mention

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

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

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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

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