This is a song about "Local"

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

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

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

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

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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,