For those who still want to believe that “peace” is the only way to achieve harmony, including among the sexes, Megan Thee Stallion is here to remind everyone that the sole way to feel empowered as a woman is to take control of one’s life and transcend into a “B.I.T.C.H.” Thus, the immediate violent overtones of her latest single, “Plan B”—and yes, the emergency birth control brand should definitely give the rapper a percentage of some of their profits this year.
Opening with the spoken lines, “Who the fuck you think you’re talkin’ to? Fuck me nigga? Na, nigga. Fuck you, nigga!” The sample of Jodeci, Raekwon and Ghostface Killah’s remix of “Freek’n You” then fills the speakers as Megan spits, “Dear fuck nigga, still can’t believe I used to fuck with ya/Poppin’ Plan Bs ‘cause I ain’t planned to be stuck with ya/Damn, I see you still kick it with them opp bitches/I’m the only reason that your goofy ass got bitches.” In other words, her ill-advised decision to ever be seen in public with this man is what gave him the clout to secure other women ultimately just trying to emulate her.
Like Anitta—who, by the way, should collaborate with Thee Stallion—on “Boys Don’t Cry” (and pretty much all of the songs featured on Versions of Me), Megan remains unbothered by “losing” a man that wasn’t worth shit anyway, apart from a night of so-called passion. Confirming that unfazed aura with the declaration, “But please don’t get it twisted, I ain’t trippin’/I never put my faith in a nigga/Bitch, I’ma die independent.”
To the point of independence, making money (in this ceaselessly capitalistic world) is of the utmost importance to secure it. Which is why Megan muses, “Damn, I can’t believe I used to let you fuck me/I’d rather be in jail before a broke nigga cuff me” before informing other women worldwide who didn’t hear it from Lil’ Kim already, “Ladies, love yourself, ’cause this shit could get ugly/That’s why it’s ‘fuck niggas, get money.’” And yes, it’s true that cash, and all that it can get, tends to bring more fulfillment to a woman’s life than most dick (even when some of that money can pay to keep dick around). This, in turn, fortifying men’s belief that women are nothing but materialistic “cunts.” But if that’s so, maybe they wouldn’t be if there was something more satisfying and enduring to find in men.
Even so, women, for whatever reason, still can’t help but fall prey to the trap of thinking a man is worth “having around.” Especially when, so often, that’s all he’s capable of: just “being there.” On the couch and smoking weed. Hence Megan remarking, “Makin’ so much money, this nigga dumb if he’s cheatin.’” One can imagine Rihanna adding a hallelujah to that about A$AP Rocky sooner or later.
To the point of scrubs, Megan also demands of any man with the audacity to not match her ambition and drive, “How you want a bitch, but don’t wanna work?/How you want a bitch that you don’t deserve?” Well, perhaps because male entitlement has been ingrained in the sex since the beginning of time and will likely never be stamped out. That is, unless more women take Megan’s approach to heart in their dealings with this brutish gender.
Having premiered the song during the first weekend of Coachella, Megan dedicated it to “whom the fuck it may concern.” Some might take that as some sort of shade directed at Tory Lanez, but let’s not pretend she was ever in a relationship with him, least of all when he shot her. And yet, Lanez is just another case in point of gross male privilege being intertwined with misogyny. “You pissed me off, ergo I have the right to shoot you for wounding my ego.”
Um, no. And that’s why Megan was inclined to note of the track, “I got this song that I recorded and every time I play it for a woman they start jumping and clapping.” Indeed, “Plan B” is yet another harbinger of patent male irrelevancy to a woman in this time period. Alas, old habits die hard, and sometimes a girl can’t help but get caught in the snare, invariably prompting her to say, like Thee Stallion, “Fuck you, still can’t believe I used to trust you/The only accolade you ever made is that I fucked you.”
When Megan Thee Stallion said she was a “savage,” she wasn’t lying. And yet, there’s nothing savage about telling it like it is and spreading the gospel to other women in need of that extra push to become empowered by not looking to men for, well, much of anything at all.
