This is a song about "Powerful girl"

I am not powerless, i am powerful

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

My rhymes are so powerful i think i see on you some black and blue,

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

I am not powerless, i am powerful

Like that powerful piece of paper is my only way to solve them,

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

The other super powerful beings wouldn't play with him, they were being mean.