This is a song about "Local"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

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

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,

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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