By Marcus G. Taylor

(Ode to an F*** Boy)
I appreciate that poem you wrote just for me
Never thought all that passion was for yours truly
What you mad now for - huh?
You knew from the start - save your bruh
When you saw me with dre beats on
On the train with Jordans and two iPhones
I was all about homes in the mirror
You knew i was a f*** boy when i said it gets no realler
Now you want this come to Jesus and want me to change
What you thought man?!  I got gram models that hang
Those are your feelings. I never took them in my hands
All those selfies with me was for you. Never said i was your man
So you can be mad. You can tell your little friends I'm no good
Ask yourself why you fell for this so hood
So write and call me f*** boy.  delete pics from your wall
But when i text you my new haircut, you will answer my call