conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Whose House with the following description: A freestyle over Big Sean’s song My HouseExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Slim The Mobster]
  Whose house is this? Money out the … can’t count that shit
  Stacking death prez, mouth to mouth that shit
  When they said a nigga wouldn't amount to shit
  Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and shit
  Run you dick suckers, keep me out that bitch
  Before I spazz and squirt and I’m out that...bitch
  [Verse 1: Slim The Mobster]
  Broadcasting live from south central Los Angeles
  Where the babies born scandalous
  The street I keep my hand in it
  The gun I keep my hand on it
  Niggas is going to need bandages
  If I brandish it ambulances, the chance you make it slim nigga
  I’m good in the hood cause I motivated them niggas
  I graduated from dumb hoes and mault liquor
  To expensive wine and dime bitches
  Red lining the DB9 like it’s my time pimping
  Audemar [?] quality time spending
  And you niggas is borderline bitches
  That’s my opinion
  And my niggas is ride or die Aftermath my religion
  Talk out but I don’t listen
  Act out and come up missing
  That click clack pow did it
  Like Colin Powell did it
  And I’m so west coast, ok corral with it
  My new foreign car can't pronounce that shit
  You fuck around…count that shit [Chorus: Slim The Mobster]
  Whose house is this? Money out the … can’t count that shit
  Stacking death prez, mouth to mouth that shit
  When they said a nigga wouldn't amount to shit
  Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and shit
  Run you dick suckers, keep me out that bitch
  Before I spazz and squirt and I’m out that...bitch
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  Broadcasting live from Compton California where foreigners never come
  Mothers are worrisome and we dislike the governor
  I hope these angels can cover us
  If the LAPD ain’t doing it then it was a cover up
  Coroners about to cover up everybody
  I’m serious, every shotty is saw'd off
  And every nigga is militant
  And your gut like...What?
  EBT Cards, no credit can't ease cards
  All my life beed OG aw now my life on the billboard soon
  Give me room, I react like a wildebeest and
  Throw salt inside your wound your just diabetes to me
  Ain't shit sweet with these hotels homie
  That crip shit got my uncle’s life in jail ho
  So if I put the same line, they'll never forgive me
  Or worse than that the niggas right around the corner might kill me
  I’m fighting back when it’s hard what
  No barber my guards up, the author of fallen fathers that did it without much, this my house nigga [Chorus: Slim The Mobster]
  Whose house is this? Money out the … can’t count that shit
  Stacking death prez, mouth to mouth that shit
  When they said a nigga wouldn't amount to shit
  Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and shit
  Run you dick suckers, keep me out that bitch
  Before I spazz and squirt and I’m out that...bitch