conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Maan with the following description: 
  Wiz Khalifa dropped this earlier for the stoners' holiday – 4/20.
  Wizzle man goes in on ScHoolboy Q’s “Man Of The Year”.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Nez & Rio]
  [Intro]
  Is it recording?
  Love is life, and life is living
  Fuckin' awesome, yeah!
  Hahaha
  [Hook]
  I smoked the whole damn pound
  I'm a need another one, 'nother one
  Eyes closed, I won't come down
  Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts
  [Verse 1]
  Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed
  A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent
  Just cause you up in this bitch
  Don't mean you gon' hit this shit
  You better roll somethin'
  Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'
  Tryna  O.D. on THC
  Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound
  Smoke the whole thing up in the week
  Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker
  Smoke it to the face
  Ohh shit, nigga just got some KK and he said he on the way
  Big P told me church, get money on 'em every single day
  So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place
  We mobbin' [Bridge]
  Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit!
  Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'
  [Hook 2]
  Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke
  But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want
  When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
  When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'
  Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
  We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
  We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
  [Verse 2]
  Nigga keep going, keep the KK blowin
  Snakes in the grass keep mowin'
  Ass so fat, look swollen
  Another city, state gotta show in
  Another airport gotta go in
  Reason why you hate, I'm knowin
  Niggas got too much hoein'
  I keep rollin' up
  Drivin' a brand new car like that motherfucker stolen
  They don't understand what i'm doin'
  Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when i'm rollin'
  Been through New York and London and Paris and back
  South By Southwes only niggas smokin' on pack
  Rollin' up bats
  Go on, get a bong, get a match
  Everybody get along, get attached
  Get a song, get a biatch
  What he say, every dog need a cat
  Potheads need a joint to relax
  G pen full of wax
  10 Rolled cone joints, really fast
  No sticks no seeds in the bag
  Got reason to brag
  In the front, y'all b's in the back
  Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag
  Little bitch, we mobbin' [Bridge]
  Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit!
  Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'
  [Hook 2]
  Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke
  But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want
  When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
  When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'
  Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
  We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
  We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling