This is a song about "Death of ovo"

How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

It ain't hard to make money

Nsd till the death of me

Ovo crew, nigga, thought i told you

I really love my miami crew

Of his death, such similarity

If you ain't about money

They at the same spot they making no progress

Like shadows in the valley of death

Obviously have yet to unveil the fear of death so get bodied

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat