From the album Thot Shit - Single
This is Megan reclaiming a slur by making it a power move. The word that is supposed to shame her becomes the exact space where she owns her success, her body, and her indifference to anyone policing either. She is not defending herself. She is daring you to have a problem with it.
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit / Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
Megan connects the physical act to the financial result in one breath. The supposed scandal is the business model, and she is unbothered about mixing the two.
Hoes tryna call me a snake / Shit, I guess I can relate, cause a bitch spit a whole lotta venom
She takes the insult and agrees with it on her own terms. The venom is not poison, it is verbal skill, and she flips the snake imagery into predator energy instead of betrayal.
I remember hoes used to clap for me happily / Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at me
This is the real tension in the song. The shift from support to resentment tracks her rise, and she clocks the performance of friendship dissolving the second she levels up.
My pen a freak, it'll go after a bitch or a nigga
Megan treats her writing like a weapon with no allegiance. She is not picking sides between men and women. She is going at whoever talks.
None of these hoes sayin' shit to my face / And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
She measures real threat by two standards: confrontation and money. If you are not doing either, you do not exist to her.
This is not a song asking for permission. Megan is stating terms and watching who has a problem with them. The hook repeats because the point does not change no matter how many times people try to argue with it.