conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Juice with the following description: Drake brags about his ego over a Boi-1da beat, which samples the melody of Tom’s Diner by Suzanne Vega Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Boi-1da]
  [Intro]
  Boi-1da
  ... Drizzy
  [Verse 1]
  Y'all don't really like me
  I can understand
  My flow is sitting right inside the pocket on my pants
  I'm still fly, you can't float
  Run this shit, Usain Bolt
  I write your favorite records, are you saying ghost?
  Twenty-thousand for a verse is our routine quote
  I'm getting rich, uhh, you staying broke
  Chillin' even if I'm in a goose down coat
  I can't see you through the Mosley Tribes
  So I don't even flinch if you throw me high-fives
  They try to measure up, but there is no one my size
  Whatever 40's smokin' 'bout to low my eyes
  Beast mode on them, I never take a night off
  Every single thing a nigga purchase is a write off
  Grounded as the runway pavement, I'm taking flight off
  Baby go ahead and cut the light off
  Cause it's about to go
  [Verse 2]
  I hear my phone ringing when you call
  I ain't pickin' up or entertainin' them at all
  Got your girl face down, bangin' on the wall
  While you and all your homeboys hang in Lenox Mall
  Mmm, mmm, mmm
  I cannot relate
  Ridin' with some tags that I got from out of state
  Ridin' with a swag that I got from outer space
  Just show me who's the hottest, I'mma knock him out his place
  Call me homicide Drizzy, I'm 'bout to kill your ego
  I'm about my green, puffin' goody like I'm Cee-lo
  You can go and take a glance at your hero
  While the Houston ship a pole dancing zero
  Fantasy to you, reality to me
  And yeah, my G-pass is as valid as can be
  I'm so fresh, a stylist would agree
  Waving at your girl while she's smiling back at me like