conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called South Muzik with the following description: Track #10 off Dedication 2. The beat comes from “Player’s Ball (Reprise)” by OutKast. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Spoken Interlude: Lil Wayne, 
  DJ Drama
  , & 
  DJ tags
  ]
  AMG is the movement!
   (
  Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
  )
  Shout out to my nigga DJ Drama, man. You know you killing the mixtape game right now, man (
  Ill!
  ). Niggas can't fuck with my homie. Homie gettin' the cover of magazines; homie's well known everywhere. And you know if you gon' do a mixtape, you gotta go through Drama. That's just how it go, man. Respect my nigga 'cause I respect my nigga, and I fucks with him, man. So, y'all look out for the fucking official "Gangsta Grillz" album coming. You know I'ma be on that thing doing what I do best, man. Weezy F. Baby, please say the "Baby." If you don't, your bitch will! Holla!
  [Intro: Lil Wayne, 
  DJ Drama
  , & 
  DJ tags
  ]
  Haha! They calling this one here "Tha Carter 2"
  See, we did the first "Dedication" before disaster
  I see now why we named it that
  Tch... It's scary, man (Yes, it is)
  Obviously, it was a reason
  Ayy (Ayy), did I get you yet? (Did I?)
  "Dedication 2"
  Did I fix you yet? (Have I?)
  For those not with us no more
  If I haven't,, well, you each down in my bag
  We dedicate this to them
   (
  Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
  )
  Get you what you looking for: that crack, ha!
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  My name Wayne, and I came to party
  My watch an Icee, and my chain a Frosty
  Them bitches like me, but they mans is salty
  I ain't on strike three, but his brains'll cost me
  I'ma chill, like waiting for the doctor
  I'm awaitin' for the proper head doctor—
  Hey, I need a check-up!
  And mami telling me her man need to step up
  I'm like, "Say no more, 'cause there's the door"
  And my niggas like I ain't tryin' hate on yours"
  I'm like, "Boy I don't save no whore"—oh, no!
  I'm too small to go against the code
  So I grab me a freak and be like, "Let's roll"
  'Cause after the afterparty—
  It's the muh'fuckin' bachelor party—that's what's up
  Master suite, master: me
  And we "Ungh!"-ing all night like Master P, yeah! [Break: Lil Wayne, 
  DJ Drama
  , & 
  DJ tags
  ]
  Big shout-out to the A-Town!
   (Geah)
  Shout to the Fourth Ward
   (Geah)
  Can't forget the West side—Bankhead, what up?
   (Geah)
  Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
   (Geah)
  Shout to Adamsville!
  Shout my niggas on Taylor Road
   (Hey!)
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & 
  DJ tags
  ]
  My name Wayne, and I came from money
  I gotta pretty bitch with me, but her brains is ugly
  Got a city bitch with me, but her brains is country
  Yeah, a silly bitch with me, man—her brains is dummy
  Be smart—I'll take the brains of dummies
  That Desert Eagle "New Workout Plan": brain, then tummy
  I ain't got no umbrella, and it's rainin' money
  I'm dumb-better than these lames that's stuntin'
  I run better, like Corey Dillon for the New England Pats
  They like, "No, he didn't get that new Bentley, black and white"
  Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it
  Know he told the dealer, "Make sure there's no equivalent"
  So that makes this a one-of-one
  That mean: none before it, none to come
  Young Money, but the money ain't young; neither the night
  So, what are you drinkin'? Make it a double—you in trouble, oh! (
  Trendsetter!
  ) [Break: Lil Wayne, 
  DJ Drama
  , & 
  DJ tags
  ]
  Shout to my Chi-Town niggas
  Shout to everybody in Detroit
   (
  Cannon!
  )
  Duval County, what up?
   (
  The Aphilliates, nigga! Holla at your boy
  )
  Dr— Dr— Dr— Dramatic!
  Can't forget Memphis
  Lil' Larry, welcome to the family!
  "Dedication 2"
   (Ah, shit)
  DJ Drama!
   (Ayy)
  Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
   (Ayy)
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & 
  DJ tags
  ]
  My name Wayne, and I came to rock
  I come a long way from turnin' cocaine to rock
  Like the song say, "Get— Get your ass on up"
  But her thong say, "Pull me down or to the side":
  And I go and say, "Sweetie, can you open up your walkway?"
  Bet I run up and down your hallway all day, shit!
  Ain't nothin like a hard-day menage, ayy
  I call it "three the hard way,"
   oh!
  Hollygrove hard case, star-face, Scarface
  Very similar to my pa' face
  I'm particular 'bout my court case
  I ride fly: Look out the window—you saw space—I ride high
  My interior tie-dye, I'm so superior
  You lookin' at Cash Money's interior, you hearin' me?
  Birdman J-R-uh, period
  Holla at a nigga when you're serious—shit (
  Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
  )