This is a song about "Local"

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

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

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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