This is a song about "Local"

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

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

For local and national attention,

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

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

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

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp