This is a song about "Vain"

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

We wear a bulletproof vest on our chest in vain,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Short tempered, at one stage he would abuse his wife so their marriage was in vain

One way sane train, straight into my vain, cant stop the hype, im in so much pain.

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Even if in vain, i gotta stay off the street

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

Its all gonna end the same, shits go in vain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

My words are a flame, but they disturb stuff in vain, claim my money on the top,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

With a stifling penchant for rapper ravaging, you're gaffling this game in vain

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame