This is a song about "Local"

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

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

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

For local and national attention,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

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

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