conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Demolition Freestyle Part 2 with the following description: The sample in this song is used from “Money Make Me Cum” off Rick Ross’s “Trilla” album Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
  More money, more bitches
  More work, more haters, equals more snitches
  More digits, no, more commas
  Me affiliated with trendsetters equals more drama
  Weezy Obama, that's my co-signer
  You see Osama, in my persona
  Steamin' like a sauna, sick I need a doctor
  Stab you fore I drown you, now you just another red lobster
  Where the bitches at? I need a head doctor
  Nice thick & red bitch you fuckin' with a top shot-ah
  Top dolla, nigga Young Money
  We got old money, dont play dumb money
  All black whips, 
  all red flags
  Put that red dot on your head, play head tag
  Real niggas listen, when I'm preachin' to em'
  Now we all know money talks, cause I'm speakin' to em'
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Uh-Umm, but I ain't speakin' to em
  I call my guns Jumpers cause my bullets just leapin' to 'em
  All you boys bustas, so soft, bet the wind blew em'
  I claim flame
  , I am just rekindlin'
  My intuition is get paid
  But this Glock will knock you back to 5th grade
  I, school you niggas but none of yous get A's
  Got a bitch who won't stop till everyone of us get laid
  Lot of you niggas is son of a bitch made
  And if your girlfriend utter, I cut her like switch blades
  Yeah, we ridin' like roller blades
  Now gon' give me head till it fall off of your shoulder babe
  I smoke a O a day, that's why I'm so away
  Mentally mind blown now gon and blow away
  Yeah, ya'll niggas is super fake
  I put you niggas on mute, then I mutilate
  Yeah, I Mac like the computer say
  My hoes cooperate, I mean co-operate
  I don't know how to say, oh but I gotta say
  I just fo' five away till ain't no one alive to say
  That I fo' five'd away, then I drive away
  Paper chasin' money runnin' like andale'
  Better find a way, better not be in our way
  I'll take you farther than Zimbabwe
  I make it harder for these wimps I stay on they necks no lettin' up
  And I tote that can opener, don't make me bust your 7 up
  Heaven up, hell down, man down, gal down
  And I keep that hammer do you wanna get nailed down?
  Better kneel down, cause I am the god
  I am the hardest mothafucka to try it before
  My diet is ya'll, I riot and war
  Fightin' 'em all, bitin' 'em all, giant or small, I am a dog
  I can smile at dumb bitches and brighten 'em all
  I am a hog, ridin' 'em all
  I just lay that pipe and I'm off
  Call me plumber, and give your girl my number, hombre
  I am a bumble, bee on a humble
  Your girlfriend want my pickle and my cucumber
  Tell your boyfriend I'll turn him to a vegetable
  Break a nigga down to a decimal, I'm tellin' you
  I'm very cool, unless a fool, fuckin' up my revenue
  I tote that whatever dude, I shoot at whatever dude
  Just bought a Lamborghini Murcielago
  And my girl from the bay say it's "hella cool"
  Wheres the helipad? my helicopter land
  I shot the man, if I'm not the man
  Do I go in, or I go in, I'm not your friend, I'm not your kin
  I make your brain come out your chin
  Been in the game since the begnnin'
  Im all about winnin'
  I look down I see them, when I look up I don't see any
  You're Pooh like Winnie, do I diddy
  And I just left, but your boo right with me
  And Im from never do right city
  But don't get me wrong, Young Money I'm gone
  Yeah, Young Moola Baby