conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Mezmorized with the following description: A mellow ass song with a mellow ass beat that’s all about blowin cash, fuckin hoes, and rollin up papers.
  Track #2 off of his mixtape Kush and OJ.
  
  Wiz said to website MTV News:
  My man Carlo did that beat. Taylor Gang or die. You know what it is. That song is about keeping it G, in a nutshell. Can’t really say too much about it. When they see it, they recognize and they’re mesmerized. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  It's young Khalifa man
  Paper Plane Gang
  5-0-1 young
  Ay, shout out to my brother Spitta, man
  I just wanted to say that, yeah
  And your bitch could see this shit from across the street, nigga
  It's pimpin' over here
  Macaroni
  Ta-Ha!
  Kush and Orange Juice, nigga
  What up Chevy
  Jerm I see you
  Cardo On The Beat
  [Verse 1]
  Uh, I don't love 'em
  I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
  Smoke somethin'
  Go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em
  Niggas be pressed for pussy
  It ain't nothing
  Instead of worrying about who that bitch fuckin'
  Why don't you get you some money?
  9 times out of 10, she see me stuntin'
  Game running
  Wanna know my hotel
  And who phone to ring when she coming
  I keep it a hundred
  Get love from the hoes, but it's
  Money over bitches
  Nothing above it
  Like the weed loud
  Like my engine when I speed up
  Bitches holding they weave
  Rolling trees
  With they pretty feets up
  Them suckas often imitate
  But they can't be us
  So super high
  Look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh
  Cut my speakers up
  Drowning out what the critics say, just
  Continue to smoke and remain G as fuck
  Polo socks match my Polo hat
  She leave once, it's a known fact
  That she ain't coming back
  Now Taylor Gang that [Hook]
  And ain't shit change
  But the amount of horses in my motor
  When I switch lanes
  And I beat 'em blinding
  With them diamonds in my big chain
  Heavy in the game, little homie
  I'm doing big things
  And them bitches, they mesmerized
  They recognize
  I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
  Get you some money, fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
  [Verse 2]
  I don't love 'em
  I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
  Try to get paper
  How the fucker don't know shit about her
  I take you up where it's cloudy
  Ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada
  I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand
  One of my baddest bitches
  Rollin' up while I'm driving
  And she don't even smoke
  Just hit it once while she light it
  My game tight, seal and sign it
  Them niggas just playing
  Ain't really ballin'
  Saying they being honest
  Claiming that's your wife
  But we can't call it
  She all in my hotel suite
  At 3 in the morning
  Taking her clothes off
  Inhaling weed and coughing
  Ain't her first time chiefing
  But say she don't do this often
  Since I was 16
  I had all the intentions to keep it G
  Take niggas hoes
  And smoke hella trees with 'em
  As for your team
  You niggas in the stands, you just lookin'
  I'm a pro to these rookies
  And the plan is still paper over... pussy [Hook]
  And ain't shit change
  But the amount of horses in my motor
  When I switch lanes
  And I beat 'em blinding
  With them diamonds in my big chain
  Heavy in the game, little homie
  I'm doing big things
  And them bitches they mesmerized
  They recognize
  I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
  Get you some money, fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
  [Outro]
  Yeah nigga, this shit just don't sound cool
  This what we go to sleep to, wake up to
  Kush and Orange Juice nigga
  Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs too
  Got paper in my pocket
  Taylor Gang what's up?
  See y'all niggas man
  We done fucked over 'em this year, it's a wrap
  Hahahaha, yeah
  We don't want no more sucker shit, ever