conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 500 Degreez with the following description: “500 Degreez” is the 12th track on Lil Wayne’s third solo album 500 Degreez released on July 23, 2002.
  The track is named after the album it is featured on  and it features Wayne bragging about how hot he is when it comes to the rap game. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  It's the real shit, yeah
  500 Degreez this time biotch
  Yes sir, you already know
  [Verse 1]
  You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap
  Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
  Bitch niggas where ya hearts at?
  Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us
  Bitch niggas where ya cars at?
  They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
  I'm about to bring CMR back
  And all the lames, we done lost that
  And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back
  I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
  "Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back
  And the wheels on my car you got all of that
  Stop playing, I've been balling jack
  You don't want my Glock spraying - I hit all them cats
  You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats
  I get all them gats - Fresh and B it's all a rap!
  If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that?
  [Hook]
  You don't want to fuck with Weezy
  You don't want to fuck with Weezy [Verse 2]
  Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up
  Don't even go there round
  Niggas get your cash up
  We probably need to clash up
  And shit got me 'bout ass up
  They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
  It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up - and guess what
  And I heard they got a nice chain
  And for the right price I'll bust the right brain
  And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang
  Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling
  Riding through the city just me and my friend
  Friday night special, professional tight aim
  A gangsta is who you hearing
  Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling
  I'm more real than, I got more scrill than
  Got more skill than them there
  I'm a Cash Money Millionaire
  [Hook]
  You don't want to fuck with Weezy
  You don't want to fuck with Weezy
  Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
  Hot, Hot, Hot Boy [Verse 3]
  Baby let me get the keys to the rover
  No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
  So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party, then the after party
  Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch, fuck a Kappa party
  Don't go to rapper parties - I'm no rapper man
  But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam
  And all my people tote chrome - we some monsters man
  We gone mob to the promise land
  I bought big - I'm a Tymer man
  Son of a Stunna - still a girl fuck with a hustler!
  Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba
  Baby blue Mercedes Coupe - Got it bullet proof
  Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
  You're fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof
  Mr. S-Fucking-Q - I'm the fucking truth
  Three stripes, maybe Nikes, lot of ice fucking ooohf!
  That's 500 Degreez!
  [Hook]
  You don't want to fuck with Weezy
  You don't want to fuck with Weezy
  Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
  Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
  Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right