AI SONG
This personal project started with me listening to a lot of Jack Harlow and thinking, I could probably make a track in his style. I found a Jack Harlow–type beat on YouTube and started writing, and after finishing my first verse, I had the idea to bring in a fake feature—an AI version of Jack. I had never done anything like that before, but I’d seen AI celeb songs floating around online and thought it would be a fun challenge. It felt like the perfect opportunity to blend my interests in music, tech, and experimentation into one weird, creative piece.
This was my first time using AI throughout my creative workflow. I trained a voice model using clips from existing Jack Harlow tracks, then generated a feature using ElevenLabs. I also designed the single’s cover art, using AI as a tool to help visualize and refine the concept. AI wasn’t just a gimmick; it became part of the process across multiple steps. When I posted the final track on social media, it fooled a few of my friends, which made the experiment even more rewarding. It was one of the most fun and creatively liberating things I’ve made to date.
FYI: Explicit lyrics ahead. Proceed with an open mind (and maybe headphones).
First generations and final cover.
What made this project stand out for me wasn’t just the end product, but the experimentation along the way. I had to step outside my comfort zone and take on roles I don’t normally lean into—writing in another artist’s style, testing new production techniques, and figuring out how to blend AI tools into my workflow without losing the authenticity of the track. Even the cover art became part of this process: I used ChatGPT to generate a base concept, then cleaned it up and refined the design in Illustrator to create something polished. Altogether, it pushed me to think about music not only as sound but also as presentation, storytelling, and how technology can open new doors for creativity.
To create the AI voice of Jack Harlow, I started by writing both my verse and Jack’s feature, then booted up FL Studio and dropped in the instrumental. I recorded both verses—mine and Jack’s—directly into the DAW, then bounced Jack’s as a separate audio file. After researching AI voice cloning platforms, I found ElevenLabs to be one of the top tools available and paid a bit extra to access their voice cloning feature. I downloaded Jack’s acapella vocals from YouTube and began uploading them to train the voice model. The initial attempts didn’t sound great, but I realized that the more source material I gave it, the better the results. I was allowed up to ten minutes of audio, so I uploaded nearly the full limit to give the model a strong base. Once the model was trained, I took the dry vocal I had recorded for Jack’s verse and ran it through ElevenLabs. The result sounded surprisingly close to the real thing, and it gave the track a super convincing AI feature while still being fully based on my performance.
ElevenLabs voice changing tool.
Fake DM with Jack Harlow.
Since I’m not the strongest at mixing, I used ChatGPT to help me create a simple but effective vocal chain in FL Studio. It gave me a clear setup using stock plugins—EQ to cut lows and boost highs, compression for balance, some delay and reverb for space, and a widening effect to fill out the track. After laying everything down, I wanted to make the release more fun, so I posted the finished song on my Instagram alongside a fake DM from Jack Harlow. I mocked it up in Photoshop, paying close attention to fonts, layout, and little details to make it look as real as possible. The response was huge—tons of friends and followers reached out asking if the DM was legit. It turned the project into more than just a track, showing how presentation and storytelling can amplify the impact of creative work.
Final Song and Lyric Breakdown
[VERSE 1: Fucius]
Wondering if ima ever reach the fucking ceiling
I don’t fuck with critics, lemme tell you 'bout my limits
Flexing on your former brethren just ain’t appealing
I’m feeling, the heat that I’m concealing is a light jab
Controversy gonna follow when you like that
Tryna tell me what the key is, you can type that
If that’s how ima make it thrilling, then I’m Mike Jack
When I’m talking 'bout a plug, I mean the mic jack
Punching in to bring the action like it’s IMAX
If they sleeping on the sound, then it’s night class
Try and break the stride, then I’ll put you in a nice cast
If I'm blowing up in Texas, then I'm like Dak
Push me to the ground and I'm right back
Never scared to fight back
South Beach is where the lights at
I’m going blind from the bright flash
I cross the strip like a live match
Watch me fly past, these up and comers are plain
Scared to navigate the scene, but I know the terrain
Getting dirty in the game, it’s official
Never fold, bring it home for the gold like I’m Kittle
For my dogs, got the kibble
I haven’t been writing, I just scribble
They yelling at me "Mike drop"—I don’t ever tote a gun
But the bump stock, is beneficial for the hitmen
Catch me writing lines, I’m live when I'm in Whitman
All about that wine and dine, I’m too lit, man
I may not align with times, but who’s ticking
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Pyromaniacs’ craniums get elated when I’m spitting
Gassing me up, I’m filling up for the mission
Money’s a plus, but not the sum—an addition
(Admiration when I’m static)
You know my image holographic, limited edition
[VERSE 2: AI Jack Harlow]
This ain’t my last chance
I’m just doing this for Fucius, he a mad man
He yelling “Jack, man, come and bring the facts, man”
Kentucky boy getting chicken, I’m a fat man
Pick up the girls with the curls, I’m feeling jacked, man
Came with the pearls, now your girl give me a lap dance
Said she like surprises, I tell her come and see
I’m Jack in the box, I’m popping out when she need
And that’s frequently, she loving the secrecy
Frolic 'round the pad in her panties so indecently
Give her love peacefully, I could bust easily
Pussy so amazing got me thinking she a deity
But I ain’t ignorant, she got the best of me
She just get what she wants and leave the rest of me
I don’t give a damn if the haters wanna wrestle me
You can catch a ride in my wake, just leave the rest to me
And fuck 'em if they mess with me
Testing me? That’s a deadly recipe
I chef the scene while you barely catching breath to breathe
Tryna come and flex on me? Boy, that’s just a fantasy
I’m moving with a purpose while your crew just move frantically
I been in the cut like a motherfucking tendon
Grind so relentless I been losing all my senses
Never need a gimmick, never needed no amendment
Every bar has been cemented, every move is independent
I return all my investments, every check has been a blessing
I stand on business like defendants
I make a killing when I write, so don’t you ever disrespect it
I’m the illest on the mic, so when I pass it, disinfect it (achoo)
I’m sick of the bitching, and bitch, I’m looking at you
I’ll hit what you’re pitching and switch it back on you
You claim you got a vision that can bring you to the views
But you’re stuck in the basement and pray to God that I lose
You do jack shit, I do Jack shit
Always on another level, you can’t match it
Talking 'bout the flows, then my breath is too disgusting
If we talking 'bout the GOATs, then my name in the discussion
203 Records
Lyric Breakdown
“Flexing on your former brethren just ain’t appealing”
Fucius is critiquing the ego-driven flex culture. Shining on people you used to struggle with isn’t really impressive—it’s corny and lacks integrity.
“If they sleeping on the sound, then it’s night class”
He flips the idea of being slept on. Even if listeners underestimate him, he positions himself as the teacher. He’s still in control, still educating, even while they snooze.
“I cross the strip like a live match”
Here, Fucius references the Ocean Drive strip in Miami. The line compares his presence to a lit match—igniting energy and attention as he moves through the scene.
“Catch me writing lines, I’m live when I'm in Whitman”
A double entendre playing off writing lines as both lyricism and academic work. The Whitman reference grounds the bar at Syracuse University’s business school, suggesting he’s thriving creatively and intellectually in that space.
“Money’s a plus, but not the sum—an addition (admiration when I’m static) you know my image holographic, limited edition”
He values recognition over riches. Money supports the journey, but it’s the respect and impact that matter. Even when he’s still, there’s quiet meaning—like a rare holographic, subtle but special.
“Kentucky boy getting chicken, I’m a fat man”
A playful double entendre. “Chicken” is slang for money, but being from Kentucky (home of KFC), adds a clever layer. The fat man bit leans into the joke—he’s eating well, in every sense.
“I’m Jack in the box, I’m popping out when she need”
A triple entendre. He references the toy (Jack-in-the-Box), the fast food chain (keeping with the earlier KFC/chicken wordplay), and his own name—Jack. He’s the surprise pull-up when she needs him, smooth and lowkey.
“Tryna come and flex on me? Boy, that’s just a fantasy
I’m moving with a purpose while your crew just move frantically”
He shuts down the idea that anyone could outshine him—it’s pure delusion. While others chase clout and scramble without direction, he stays focused and intentional, making real moves with meaning behind them.
“I make a killing when I write, so don’t you ever disrespect it I’m the illest on the mic, so when I pass it, disinfect it”
A run of heavy bars flexing skill and wordplay. Making a killing refers to both his lyrical talent and the success that comes from it. Then he flips illest into a clever metaphor—he’s so sick on the mic, it needs disinfecting once he’s done, like he just spread something contagious.
“You do jack shit, I do Jack shit”
A slick name flip. The first jack shit means “you do nothing,” while the second refers to Jack (as in Jack Harlow), implying he’s out here making major moves. It’s a flex on laziness versus impact—he’s doing Jack-level shit while others stay inactive.
