This is a song about "Vain"

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

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

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

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

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

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Even if in vain, i gotta stay off the street

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Completely expressing my confessions even spitting in vain

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

Everything i ever wanted is burning down in vain

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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