This is a song about "Wonder women"

Sometimes i can't help but wonder

When we not in summer

All my women fly as shit,

Or let the mob handle that

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I'm a prodigy, lyrical wonder/

The women think i am

So part of the plan

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Women troubles family problems

I don't need fallen women

I'm a son of gun

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

And i wonder you call you that, because the women made us,

I scalp women like zito

Bad bitches never loved them though