This is a song about "Vain"

Completely expressing my confessions even spitting in vain

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

But now invisible cells around your brain

Its all gonna end the same, shits go in vain

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

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

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

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

We wear a bulletproof vest on our chest in vain,

Then why love anyone, if it is all going down in vain.

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again