conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Cigarello with the following description: On “Cigarello,” Chicago rapper Ca$his boasts about lighting a cigarette and reflects about his newfound success in the rap game. “Cigarillo’s” are large Spanish cigars that are typically utilized as a celebratory device and symbolize victory. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Uh, uh, uh, uh
  Let’s go!
  [Verse 1]
  I’ve been off in the street, hitting flick, fucking hoes (Yeah, yeah)
  Pulling out, pistol whipping, niggas stepping on my toes (Street)
  The blood looking fluid like something as never before (Yeah)
  Suffocated by none, I'm calling one, young foe (Let's go)
  I roll in the room, stay focus as ho (Go)
  Take over game over, top gray on the glow (Ayy, ayy)
  Took a hundred thousands, get the car, now roll (Come on)
  Doing navy I’m shady, if you’re ridin’ slow (Haha)
  I see dope if you good, give me x's and o’s
  But after depths it’s over, you exiting ho (Yeah)
  Just the same shit, long for no wrestling foe (Yeah)
  Turn to a best stuck on the Lexus go
  Looking at your left and I feel me getting shot up the nose (Haha)
  I’ll take this slipper to coke and in my mind is froze
  But I speak what I live, so precise is my flow
  And enticed to tag me, these niggas whatever right is wrong
  Here me trapping, I’m on, I be wifing the foe
  It’s you, eating my flow, my song I own (Go)
  Went from having no jobs to giving me blowjobs
  So nigga anything you want is no problem (Gang) [Hook]
  Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
  Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care
  Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
  Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it like
  Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
  Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care (1 more time)
  Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
  Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it
  [Verse 2]
  Let's go
  See 'em on the scene, with the quarter pound of blow (Oh)
  These lead treads, nigga, I’m about to smoke
  By the greatest I was tuned, I’m a young boy Johnson (Oh)
  As soon as I hit the door, everybody hit the floor
  The Doc could book me in, want to die? Let me know
  Assisted homicide, if you really wanna roll (Bitch)
  The bitches and the hoes, still holding on the soul with it (Yeah)
  On the face, screams going unknown again
  She said that you heard all my flow
  Who do you know and wanna come if you already know
  I’ll be cracking you in places, make your head explode
  But to stay in the rap game, come on, come on (Rap)
  I’ll write for Spike Lee like a real Capo
  And I’ll handle my business wherever I go
  Treat bitches like TSA, swimming Alcatraz
  Swallowing limp dick, I don’t need no kids (Haha) [Hook]
  Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
  Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care
  Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
  Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it like
  Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
  Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care (1 more time)
  Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
  Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it like
  [Outro]
  Everywhere, every-motherfucking-where
  You run up on me, I don't motherfucking care
  You come on me, I don't get motherfucking scared