conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Traffic Jam (Easy Bake Remix) with the following description: This song is a remix to the latter half of “Easy Bake” from Jay Rock’s 90059. This track features a new verse by Kendrick, while SZA & Jay Rock’s parts remain unchanged.
  The song was released on November 25th, 2015. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Radio Interlude]
  ...and this is WTOP Radio and I'm your host DJ Turn-Up
  I don't turn down nuttin' but my collar
  I ain't turnin' down no money
  And I ain't turnin' down no mothafuckin' fade
  Now bitch if you're pushin' up the street with your orangutan-lookin' ass, take some advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot bitch
  [Intro: SZA]
  Itchin' for a climax lasting past 11:30
  Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that?
  Itchin' for a purpose, I can't seem to scratch the surface
  I ain't got it like that, do I really got it like that?
  You keep talkin' 'bout time, I got none
  You can find me where
  The sun don't never end and the waves don't part
  You don't pay enough of my rent, don't start
  I got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly
  And I don't wanna waste another hour
  Really need to take another shower
  Dirty for you
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  Big business, big booty bitches, black on black Benz's
  Backing out the back to back my engine, backpack with gats in it
  Backflip my dollars and bend Impalas, my arm whistling
  Palm flipping, middle finger, fuck y'all, I let it linger
  Plush wall and marble floor, ghetto Commodore singing
  Tours for my whores swinging, on my heart swore
  I pour plenty more semen, or explore cunnilingus
  Dummy tore through that boy for pointing fingers
  Honey you're a PS4, my game change seasons
  And my name explain visas, I defame your name easy
  We aim and keep squeezing, bitch my lane say no treason
  My chains say no cubic, all y'all look stupid (stupid!)
  Big dog, three phone call log stupid (stupid!)
  I'm Chris Paul, West Coast, All-Star stupid!
  The mantra, the holy trinity, baby your sponsor
  My concert and your facility, via del Compton
  And Watt's finest! [Verse 2: Jay Rock]
  Now this that big shell fishscale
  BMX on the ramp with the fishtail
  Pegs on the front, we gon' get there
  We four deep at a swap meet, don't need a 5th wheel
  This bitch steal whoever if situations get real
  This that fresh out the bounty, bustin' knuckles
  Get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle
  Show your hands, watch how I shuffle (No cuts)
  And show you why they hate more niggas than Uncle Ruckus
  Rollin' up that boondock, some call it moon rock
  Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock
  Gotta do what I do to remain on
  So all a nigga need is good love when I come home
  Cause the baby's gotta eat, baby the rent's been due lately
  And I just caught a hot one, I ain't tryna go too crazy
  Fugazi, not me, me and my niggas not sweet
  Give you thug passion, how you walkin' around knock-kneed
  I'm the silver bullet movin' at top speed
  Show you how to get it and get away with it scott-free!