conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Red Nation with the following description: This is the first official single off of The R.E.D. Album, Game’s much-delayed 4th LP
  Game explores the Communist undertones of the Blood red color
  The beat samples Zombie Nation’s “Kernkraft 400” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: The Game]
  Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky,
   nigga don’t ask why
  Red laces in and out of them Air Max ’95's
  I, walk on the moon,
   flow hotter than June
  Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
  Peace to my man Tune for giving his man room
  Now we hittin’ switches 'til the Spring Break, Cancun
  Get it? Nah forget it, Soo Woo I live it
  Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
  But that was suicide, I don’t live in Judas’ eyes
  Half of these rappers weren’t trappin’ when I was choppin’ the do or die
  Suge had me in,
   
  I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
  Dre called, told my baby momma “won’t you decide”
  She chose Doc, first day I pulled dude a side
  Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride
  Before I turn on ‘em I kill Satan
  And stick my red flag in the ground it’s Red Nation
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Now Blood the fuck up
  Every day’s a gamble muthafucka tough luck
  And we gon' fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
  I can’t tell you what's good, but I can tell you what's what
  And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
  Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m nowhere to be found
  Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
  Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground [Verse 2: The Game]
  Niggas’ll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
  Live and die for this shit, word to 2Pac Shakur’s halo
  One blood,
   
  plural, nigga I’m spending Euros
  Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
  I’m up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like
  Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good
  We roll up in backwoods, 
  nigga get to actin’ stupid
  Get thrown in the backwoods, Los Angeles
  Home of the scandalous,
   pimp, hoes and gamblers
  98 degrees on Christmas,
   
  nigga we rollin’ cannabis
  Swisha sweet ain't it, 
  I told her I’m Charles Louboutin
  The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stain it
  That’s my Chi-lingo, yeah I’m bi-lingual
  Ball by myself, nigga, Ochocinco
  Dancing with the stars,
   
  bullets and fast cars
  And everybody bleed out here, word to God
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Now Blood the fuck up
  Every day’s a gamble muthafucka tough luck
  And we gon' fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
  I can’t tell you what's good, but I can tell you what's what
  And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
  Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m nowhere to be found
  Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
  Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground [Verse 3: The Game]
  Russia got a red flag, US got red stripes
  Last train to Paris, round the world in these red Nikes
  Che Guevara
   
  of the New Era, test me
  Louisville slugger, Yogi Berra in my new era
  Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum
  Walk in the club saggin’ with a .38 Magnum
  Red Ralph Laurens, 
  the double R sittin’
  On a hill like Lauren
   her and the car foreign
  Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on
  And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
  Where my nigga Jim Jones at?
   Roll up the weed son
  So many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
  And while I’m out here, I might as well go shopping
  And put this new bad bitch I got in some red bottoms
  And all these hatin’ ass niggas want me dead
  Cause I’m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, Red
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Now Blood the fuck up
  Every day’s a gamble muthafucka tough luck
  And we gon' fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
  I can’t tell you what's good, but I can tell you what's what
  And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
  Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m nowhere to be found
  Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
  Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground