conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Put Some Keys On That with the following description: A freestyle off of his classic mixtape Da Drought 3 from 2007 to Rich Boy’s Polow Da Don’s produced beat “Throw Some D’s”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Weed and syrup is the combination
  And the inspiration is you pussy-ass niggas
  I just realized y'all can't fuck with me
  And you never will, bitch-ass niggas
  Weezy F. Baby, believe that
  Haha, yeah
  [Verse]
  I got them 24-inches, sitting on them Joe Buddens
  And the trunk straight jumping, bitch, I can't hear nothing
  Or I might do the Spurs, sitting on them Tim Duncans
  And in that Lamborghini, I do donuts like Dunkins
  How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck him?
  But I just feed 'em drugs and just watch 'em fuck each other
  My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was another
  It make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle
  I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle
  Peyton Manning flow: I just go, no huddle
  Baby girl getting straight dick, no cuddle
  You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle—
  I'ma put some D's on that bitch
  And these hoes starting to get like fleas on my shit
  Have you seen her? Who? Nina, she's on my hip
  Yellow-white diamonds, call it "cheese on them grits"
  You niggas ain't balling
  Real talk, you niggas can't guard me
  Two niggas can't guard me, you looking at Jordan
  From the side, like Spike at the Garden
  I got the hardest bars, call me the warden
  Yeah, excuse me, pardon
  I break a bitch down like Tonya Harding
  Bitch, I'm col', not dude off Martin
  Pockets just fat like the Klumps and Norbit
  Bitch, I'm fly like a magic carpet
  And bitch, I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit
  See, I'ma take it and go bring it back to New Orleans
  And bitch, I'ma shine in the land of darkness
  In which I'ma grind 'til my stacks is tall as a wall is
  And I'm high, don't wan' know how deep the fall is
  No, I can't come down
  And every time I send my girl out of town—
  I put some keys on that bitch
  I'm a certified gangsta
  Haters make me nauseous, the money make me anxious
  Listen how my words are poetic like Langston
  Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston
  But I come from Hollygrove, seventeen, danger zone
  So many C-notes, I can sing a song
  T-top coupe, looking like a thong
  Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong
  I don't wan' be right if gettin' high is wrong
  My eyes so low, I look like I'm from Hong Kong
  Boy, I got more green than the Bishop Don Juan
  OK, I'm not a rookie, I'm a pro... -methazine fiend
  Make the homies say, "Ho!" and make all the girlies scream
  I am a vegetarian, man, I only eat beats
  Wear a lot of carats, and I smoke the best greens
  No beef in my grocery bag
  Just some Swishers and a whole bunch of cans of whoop-ass, ha
  I'm strapped, like a bookbag
  So anyone of y'all can come on and get a foot tag
  D.O.A., ride all night
  Sleep, no way—sleep when I lay
  Six feet deep, and until that day
  I'ma be living like it is that day
  Yeah, I keep holding on
  I said, "Bitch, I been hot; bitch, the stove been on"
  If you don't like it, I roll over and roll along
  Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on
  Yeah, some cool shorts and my Kobes on
  Looking slicker than the lane that you bowling on
  If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told you wrong
  Bitch, I'm bubbling like soda foam in a Styrofoam... cup
  You know what's in my styrofoam? "What?"
  S-Y-R-up!
  That's my car, yup—Vrooommmmm! 
  Errr!
  I'm gone