conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Back 2 Back with the following description: On October 29th, 2015,Young Money Artist Stephanie Acevedo Snapchatted a video of Lil Wayne in the Studio recording the Remix to Drakes 2015 Diss Track Back To Back. Lil Wayne later confirmed that this track was off No Ceilings 2.
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMe2nN2uH9M
  On November 1st, Footage of Lil Wayne Performing Back To Back was posted online.
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ektvVHiTPOc Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  Dope man
  Dope man, coke man
  Yeah
  [Verse: Lil Wayne]
  I play the Porsche, 918
  I mean the Spyder, you do not know what I mean
  I got a driver for my drop top limousine
  Go ask your bitch, I bet she know 'bout Mr. G
  Yeah, he like to talk
  She like to talk
  So when he drop her off
  They have a heart to heart
  Guess he got all the answers
  And I got all the verses
  My Benzo got no ceilings
  But the windows came with curtains
  So me and G swervin'
  Me and G swerve
  I keep the double-R, me and Steve Kerr
  Popping these Percs like I'm on injury reserve
  And when the pockets full of lint, we want that lint to be fur
  Amen, Amen
  No baking soda, my nigga, we play it raw
  We put some holes in them niggas, we playin' golf
  Want you to know it's me, nigga, my mask off
  Cut out your tongue, put that bitch in a glass jar
  Then drop it off to your kid's classroom
  Dirt bags, we belong on a vacuum
  A pad room, I fuck in my bathroom
  Long hallways, my room is the last room
  Long hard days, my schedule don't have room
  You home all day, you stuck on your MacBook
  I'm gone all day, I'm chasing that checkbook
  I'm stoned all day, I'm stoned all day, I'm on D'ussé
  And back in the day we was on Section 8
  Now we in our own section, motherfucker, like "Ayy"
  All you niggas know what time it is like Flav
  Public Enemy Number One like Flav
  Fifteen with a mouth full of golds like Flav
  Fifteen with a house full of hoes like Hef
  Gave G the day off 'cause the car park itself
  Shots take off like a stealth
  And they landing in your scalp
  Letting human heads replace the Grammies on the shelf
  Put a bitch head right below the belt 'til she belch
  And she won't get a dollar; zero, zilch
  Cup muddy-muddy, muddy-muddy-muddy
  Tunechi pass the blunt, I'm gon' need time to study
  They don't know who got the gun
  But they know who got the money
  We don't wanna know what's up
  We wanna know who got the money
  What these niggas wanna do?
  What these bitches want from me?
  Bitches claiming I'm a dog
  But these bitches want puppies
  These bitches bring luggage
  My bitches bring others
  My bitches bring rubbers
  Your bitches burn rubbers
  Your bitches burn supper
  I'm still major and I made you niggas
  You getting bodied by a skater, nigga
  I'm not the type of nigga that be Skypin' bitches
  Shout out to all my bitches one nightin' niggas
  Woah, make sure you hit 'em with the Slut Walk
  Yeah, then text that man to fuck off
  And I pour up another one, another one
  The cream soda tasting like bubble gum
  Woah, straight swerving on these niggas
  From Collins,
   
  to Highland,
   
  to Bourbon
   on these niggas
  Them other niggas just wasn't deserving of me, niggas
  So I'm swerving on them niggas
  No more Family Matters, no more Urkel on them niggas
  I'm feeling like a born again virgin on them niggas
  I'm running to the bank quick as Herchel on them niggas
  What's in your wallet?
  I done went commercial on them niggas
  On purpose on them niggas
  All black hoodie, all black gat to match
  Yeah, put it to your hat, and 
  Blat!
  When we see you, boy, them shots be coming back to back
  Long hair, don't care, nigga; Cactus Jack
  No Ceilings