conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Juice with the following description: 
  The colloquialism “Juice” is usually used in the place of the word “Power”. In an art form where having power over other commands respek, many rappers from Meek Mill to Chance The Rapper have made songs talking about the need for power.
  Future decided to go in a different direction, referencing the infamous OJ Simpson (whom also had the juice, and signified it in his name) and his murder trial.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future]
  Court Of California, county of Los Angeles. We the jury in the above entitled action find the defendant Orenjal--Orenthal James Simpson not guilty of the crime of murder
  We don’t want to talk about it, we don’t want to talk about it
  DJ ESCO, let's go!
  [Chorus: Future]
  It’s personal, free ‘em now
  Murder trials, OJ Simpson
  White on white, OJ Simpson
  Double murder, OJ Simpson
  Oh that’s your girl? You know I hit her
  Pity niggas, she through with them
  Tryna fuck my baby mama, dog what’s up with you?
  You gon’ make me get that heat, I’m pulling up on you
  [Verse 1: Future]
  Certified maniac, don’t you test my patience
  Came in with the robbers and a bunch of wild Haitians
  Fuck them bougie hoes, take them on vacation
  I fuck bougie hoes, we don’t have relations
  Fuck them bougie hoes, feed them medication
  I can walk on water ‘cause a nigga wavy
  You can place an order, I’m guaranteed to take it
  Times got harder, they thought we wouldn’t make it
  Got to grind harder, I started going brazy
  Took a couple Vicodins and started feeling amazing
  Double murder homicide with no visitation
  Took a couple Adderall for my concentration [Chorus: Future]
  It’s personal, free ‘em now
  Murder trials, OJ Simpson
  White on white, OJ Simpson
  Double murder, OJ Simpson
  Oh that’s your girl? You know I hit her
  Pity niggas, she through with them
  Tryna fuck my baby mama, dog what’s up with you?
  You gon’ make me get that heat, I’m pulling up on you
  [Verse 2: Future]
  I heard you niggas plottin', I know you're hurtin' bad
  These goofies got me high and it’s paper in my stash
  Before I signed my deal I had a million cash
  I got to keep it trill before you even ask
  These diamonds on me clear, they looking like glass
  I drank it out the seal then roll it out the bag
  Come from out the field, we rolled up with the trash
  They grind up on some mills, they treat you with some class
  You hold ‘em back ‘til we made it out the trap
  You better wear your gloves and hit ‘em with the mac
  Fucking with the plug, I’m running up a sack
  I walk inside the club, I got to have the strap
  [Chorus: Future]
  It’s personal, free ‘em now
  Murder trials, OJ Simpson
  White on white, OJ Simpson
  Double murder, OJ Simpson
  Oh that’s your girl? You know I hit her
  Pity niggas, she through with them
  Tryna fuck my baby mama, dog what’s up with you?
  You gon’ make me get that heat, I’m pulling up on you