conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Diced Pineapples with the following description: Perhaps the greatest title for a song ever, featuring MMG cohort Wale and OVO’s Drake. The song is produced by Cardiak.
  Ross stated the concept of the song:
  “When I got out of the hospital — you know, I had a seizure last year — when I was leaving, the doctor told me, ‘You gotta eat some more fruit, drink you some water, eat fruit and just relax for a little while.’ My fruit of choice was pineapples. For the next three weeks, I woke up every morning and ate diced pineapples, and I put the concept together. Drizzy came in, as well as Wale, and it’s kinda like, ‘She could be my diced pineapple. This special lady, she could be what I wake up to every morning and help me get by every day.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro Poem: Wale]
  Diced pineapple
  Tonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you
  The highest form of my admiration
  I ain't no connoisseur but I'm, kinda sure you will admire my taste
  And before the sun graze ya, I'm tryin to see how deep you are
  And believe me shorty I ain't talking 'bout no intimate conversation
  I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable
  When I peek into your nature
  And I promise you my goals will exceed any physical pleasure
  I wanna, give you what's better than better
  The better my effort, the wetter her treasure
  The more these mere moments seem like heavens or, temporary forevers
  Shorty get it together, hah, diced pineapple
  May your love come down so my mind might have you
  You designed my imagination
  Let me redefine foreplay 'til you need five and
  Tell me shorty you got it baby
  If it's not it baby, hope it's progress baby
  Let it all drip baby
  If you stop that shaking, no more talking baby
  No more talking baby
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
  Diced pineapples, damn, my baby tastes the best
  I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test
  Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex
  Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check
  Leave my cars at her crib, I'm just stuntin' on her ex
  Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess
  I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh (ugh)
  Sex all night, couple shots of CÎROC
  Crib on the water, got LeBron up the block
  Money ain't the thing, baby, welcome to the mob
  Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
  Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing
  Her uniform Isabel Marant when you on the team
  Double MG
  , them other niggas fell off
  Baby girl, I just wanna see you well off [Chorus: Drake]
  Call me crazy, shit at least you're calling
  Feels better when you let it out, don't it girl?
  Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
  When you say it 'cause you mad then you take it all back
  Then we fuck all night 'til things get right
  Then we fuck all night 'til things get right, aww yeah
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
  Diced pineapples, I just bought my girl a set
  I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set
  She know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex
  Pop bottles, make love, Thug Passion
  Red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion
  Belt buckles, door handles, gold plated
  Balmain, rich denim, out in Vegas
  French Riviera, baby girl lets take a trip
  I'ma trip go to Cannes, France to catch a flick
  Baby listen, this position is a blessing
  And with your permission, hopefully you'll learn a lesson (ugh)
  I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk
  She so fine she ain't even gotta talk
  Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
  She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star [Chorus: Drake]
  Call me crazy, shit at least you're calling
  Feels better when you let it out, don't it girl?
  Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
  When you say it 'cause you mad then you take it all back
  Then we fuck all night 'til things get right
  Then we fuck all night 'til things get right, aww yeah
  [Verse 3: Wale]
  Something about her, probably can't live without her
  Roll up some sour, let me kiss on her fountain
  Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
  And I won't ever rest, we meet at the peak of your mountain
  Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you
  And you eager to work perfect, I can employ you
  Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil
  To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia
  Hol' up, showing off some Agent Provocateur
  Rushing you out your drawers though patiently get you off
  Hate when they be too anxious though, hate when they be too dull
  Like to go deep but I hate to get too deeply involved
  How sweet is you? (sweet is you?) Let me see some proof
  Fuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune
  All we need is we, we don’t need no room
  Right now I’m trying to eat, and we don’t need a spoon [Chorus: Drake]
  Call me crazy, shit at least you’re calling
  Feels better when you let it out, don't it girl?
  Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
  When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back
  Then we fuck all night 'til things get right
  Then we fuck all night 'til things get right, aww yeah