This is a song about "Local"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

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,

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//

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

What up girl, tell me how you been

For local and national attention,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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