conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called What You Sayin with the following description: The 2nd track off DJ E-Feezy’s new album, The Wolf Of South Beach.
  This track samples Busta Rhymes‘ “Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See”.
  Weezy kills this track using a similar flow to Busta’s.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook]
  Hit you with no delaying so what you sayin' yo
  Niggas ain't paying so I just been laying low
  I'm all about famo like Marlon Brando
  My bitch go commando, I'm in command though
  I hit you with ammo, quick as a Lambo
  I play with her pussy hole like flipping channels
  And my bitches is too live like Luther Campbell
  And I'm spitting this shit though like I chew tobacco
  [Verse]
  Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yay
  I'ma kick a nigga in his mouth; MMA
  I'ma stick a semi in his mouth; kissy face
  I'ma lose the weight in the drought; Ricki Lake
  I'ma get the white and put it out; Em & Dre
  I'ma fuck her sisters and her mom; Kim & Ye
  They respect all my artistry like Hemingway
  And they respect all of my martians, that's why they give me space
  Muthafucka now you see what's up in my hand so what you sayin woe?
  Cause I put yo fuckin' brains all on the dashboard
  You not in my fuckin' lane you on the crash course
  And if you feelin' froggy leap, I'm kidnapping  yo tadpoles
  I can't remember the bitch name I fucked after my last show
  When I say my cash low, I'm just telling a bad joke
  Long hair, don't care, no shirt like Fabio
  Little nigga dreadlocks with a dick with an afro
  (Woo-hah!) I got you all in check
  I make her (Woo-hah!) and now she on my breath
  I'm with my Goombah, we ridin' on your set
  And we can shoot out 'till it's quiet on the set
  Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace up where he rest
  Bitch I'm groundbreaking and I'm taking baby steps
  I'm about to bust a rhyme; nod yo head and break ya neck
  I'ma kill these motherfuckas, you ain't dead, fake ya death
  I ain't playing, I'ma hit you with no delaying and I ain't paying ho
  I come through me and my woes looking like Camp Lo
  This is  it, what? 
  Luchini
   falling from the sky
  Let's get rich what? Boy, I been rich since 95'
  Where you been boy?
  Money talks and I'm about to send a invoice to them boys
  Yeah I'm tried of this bullshit, I'm wilding, I'm too lit
  I aim at yo toothpick, leave yo brains in yo boo tits
  Yeah, I’m tied up with feds, put some guap on yo head
  Now they can’t find your body, like the sock in the bed
  This is it, boy, you done dug yourself a hole
  That’s a pit, boy, that’s where I shit, boy
  Uh, type of a nigga that’ll slap you with the tooley-o
  It ain’t about what you smoke, it’s about who you smoke
  My homeboy Hoody, yo, he real moody, yo
  I tell him no bullet folks, he still do it tho'
  They give you a funeral, you won’t be viewable
  When Tunechi come thru' the door, them hoes get super soaked
  Now do you really wanna party with me?
  Let me sees whatcha got fo' me
  Aye, do you really wanna party with me? In Squad we trust!
  Puffin' on that stuff, eyes low than Connie Chung
  They don’t fuck with us cuz they know that we not the ones
  Boy, we got them guns, 
  scare the holy shit out the nuns
  Yo, it’s young money, my nigga, you know we bout to bust
  And everybody armed, more armed than Octopus
  Write my name on my cups, so nigga know not to touch
  Every time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
  Tunechi! [Outro]
  Busta, fuck wit me!