This is a song about "Local"

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

For local and national attention,

This dark content for those of dark complexion

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,

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature