conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Second with the following description: “Second” is a braggadocious rap track that sees Chris boast about getting women, and his edge over his competition in the rap game. In the track, he also alludes to toting guns (“blammer”) and drug use. The track consists of one verse, most likely freestyled, and was likely recorded between 2010-2012.
  “Second” leaked online on February 5, 2020, alongside “3 AM.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah
  Look
  Make it clap
  Yeah
  Huh, do that
  Yeah
  Look
  [Verse]
  When I'm drunk, nigga, can't see my shades, too dark
  And I'm stuntin' and them haters hatin' way too hard
  They try to cut me out but my fade too sharp
  See me, I get it in, you stay, blue balls
  Bustin' shots in the crowd, watch 'em move like U-Haul
  How you feel when that blammer pointed right at you, dawg?
  When you climbin' to the top, niggas wish that you fall
  'Cause I call the shots, I'm a cue ball
  Huh, look, stanky ass demeanor
  Better watch your girlfriend, ask me have I seen her
  Took us to the bathroom, made her sign a prenup
  Yeah, we did the nasty, then I made her clean up
  Huh, wild, dawg
  And she wanted me to tame her like a wild hog
  You said you want it rough, take that smile off
  Girl, you tellin' lies, it's a mile long
  Ha, yeah, gon' and clap your hands
  And I just bought this whole bar up, you better dance
  This nigga sick, this beat my medicine
  It's only makin' me get better, fuck that better than
  Yup, yeah, them other guys
  Not talkin' 'bout my food, but them slugs will fly
  Hors d'oeuvres, I'm a nerd, it's televised
  See me flippin' them birds to jealous guys
  Haha, look, got about a hundred snapbacks in my Cadillac
  There's so much green, racks on racks, I need cataracts
  And your girl, when I get her, you can't have her back
  So you be stuck with that pussy face like maxi-pads
  Ugh, let me cough it up
  I'm like cocaine 'cause everything I spit dope as fuck
  Move artists, why you mad? Need to open up
  I shoot targets and they wounds never close up
  Ha, what my favorite word? Hol' up
  She bringin' all the girls, 'bout four of 'em
  And then they call more girls, 'bout four dozen
  And no niggas, just me and my four cousins
  Yeah, and they pull up, gon' have a barbeque
  Yeah, let me tweet it out, let me call a few
  Baby, I bought the stripper pole just for you
  And I was hopin' that these hundreds would just stick to you
  Ha, D&D on it
  I'm the shit on this track, guess they peed on it
  Better respect, nigga, we on it
  Call 'em rejects, but we don't be lonely
  Yeah, all I need is some liquor and a lighter
  Chest burnin' like "Agh," shout out my nigga Tyga
  And if I'm talkin' loud, you know that shit is fire
  And if we need some more shit, I'll put it on my rider