conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Levels with the following description: 
  Lil Wayne goes in on Meek Mill’s song “Levels.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Man all you pussy niggas drive me crazy
  Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated
  All you haters hold hands and jump off a building
  I could still taste her pussy, memorabilia
  Backpack full of artillery
  , 
  one me, no equivalent
  These niggas acting like lil bitches
  I don’t understand this shit like you scribbled it
  Took her clothes, step back and exhibit it
  Then tear her ass up like a parking ticket
  The end of the road is at walking distance
  Have to get that blood off my hands, left the faucet drippin
  In yo face like a airbag in a car collision
  My weed man so consistent
  I’m stayin rich, tryin not to make poor decisions
  Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system
  Nigga if you clumsy you gon slip and fall a victim to me
  Your bitch is sendin' naked pictures to me
  Then she shoot over to my house, I scoot over in a bed
  I shoot off in her mouth then she bit the bullet uh
  Skatin on em like I’m Lil Wayne
  And the weed so strong I can feel veins
  Write it down, take a picture, now I feel framed
  The drugs got me so numb I can’t feel ashamed
  And my girl at home with the mood swings
  Girl I gotta make a few runs like Usain
  Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change
  Hungry niggas going at yo neck for that food chain
  Pop some pills that make me sleepy
  Hoes creep me in they Teepee
  I hope that pussy taste like kiwi
  Hope it’s nicer than Tahiti, hopin I could get a freebie
  Leavin a nigga body floatin with a mouth full of seaweed
  What's in my Louis backpack, that’s E.T
  Snitches give me the heebeegeebees
  I hope they’ll disappear, where the fuck is Houdini?
  I got niggas on my side, you got niggas on yo back
  I’mma yell timber, money grow on trees
  Money over queens, fuck you blow me
  I sit back enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please
  I don’t really do shit but sit back and call the shots
  She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks
  Red beam on yo head, that’s a cherry on top
  You don’t wanna keep your cool, I know niggas that’ll 
  die
   uh
  I danced with the devil in my dreams
  When I wake up I still hear the same song
  Make me wanna blow a motherfucker brains out
  Flood warning nigga
  , I’m about to brainstorm, lil nigga
  I’ll take yo main ho, make her call her homegirl
  Make em share the same dick
  It’s that motherfuckin Dedication 5
  I just hope I’ll be alive to see a Dedication 6
  Lil Tunechi [Verse 2: Vado]
  Ayo it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit
  Been doing MIA since Levels was the shit
  And niggas know I’m on another level with this shit
  I’m pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit
  All I need is a shovel and a ditch
  You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is
  Run in his home and show me where the kids
  Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge
  That’s me, him nigga
  Black piece AP, gold trim nigga
  Black jeans, grey tee, old Tim’s nigga
  Backstreet, everything go for 10 nigga
  Keep quiet, beef we deep fry it
  I’m in the streets like Rodney King’s riots
  Mommy opposed their lead tight
  On that old bullshit, Pete Myers
  They scream and seize fire
  My audible like Godfather meets Wire
  A felon in the whip
  Rollin 3 6’s, devil on trips
  Shots whistled like a kettle when it’s lit
  I’m tryin to go ballistic, shadow in the ship
  Call the Barney Rubble in the whip
  Made her kick rocks, blow haze from ziplocks uh