conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Theraflu with the following description: A freestyle over Kanye West’s “Cold”
  Don’t fuck with my old bitch, it’s like a bad fur. Every industry nigga done had her
  Was rumored to be about Rihanna but Chris denies it being a diss to her, however. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah (Let's go), look
  [Verse]
  My bank account tellin' me to calm down (What?)
  The billboards tellin' me to climb down
   (What?)
  Ha, niggas pillow talkin', let me find out (Yikes!)
  Could give a fuck about later, bitch, I'm on now (Yeah! Boy!)
  Ha, you know the shine is what I do though (Yeah, boy!)
  Bitch, you know I'm flexin', I bought a necklace and a two-door (Yeow! Two-door)
  Monday in the Rollie (Rollie), Tuesday in the Hublot (Hublot, yeah!)
  R&B killin' rap niggas, that's just what I do though (Ha! Do though)
  These niggas is lame, they always complainin', doin' the same shit (Yeah! Yessir)
  Get all up on Twitter, tryna get followers, suckin' the same dick
   (Yeah! Yessir)
  I'm tired of these niggas, tired of arguin' over the same bitch
   (What?)
  Niggas funny like comics, I'm wealthy, nigga, I ain't rich (Haha)
  My shit be up in galleries (Hahaha), a million when I paint, bitch (True)
  Pop records bought me this Ferrari, that's the lane switch
   (Yeah!)
  Switch it up on you niggas, watch my number change (Yeah!)
  Grown up on you niggas, yeah, my number changed
  Hit-Boy, all these rappers wastin' beats
  I bought all my clique toys, ain't no niggas wastin' heat
   (Brap!)
  Yeah, I talk that big noise, A.K.A., I'm TNT
  I blow that shit up, get up 'cause, boy, you can't get rid of
   (Yeah!)
  Don't fuck with my old bitch, it's like a bad fur
  Every industry nigga done had her
   (Yeah, oh, no)
  Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her (Yup)
  Bitches breakin' codes, but I'm the password (Fuck)
  Now it's time for young niggas to shut down shit (Do it)
  If you yappin' in the club, then you surrounded
   (Down)
  They say he trippin' on some greyhound shit
   (Ha)
  He didn't listen, now he listenin' to the ground, bitch (Ow)
  Put him out, he's sleepin'
  With all them sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin'
  Like it's lights out, he took a beatin'
  Hand on his chest, holdin' his heart, pledge of allegiance [Chorus]
  Damn, his bitch cold, need a Theraflu
  Took her shoppin', bought her fifteen hundred pair of shoes
  Ha, a Theraflu
  I'm a cold ass nigga, fuck you