Spin Bout You.

Divorces, divorces.

Braxton - 5 years later, Miami, Florida

"I'm doing rich shit, pretty bitch shit!" I sung along leaving out of my meeting.

I flew out to Miami for a meeting with some dumb big suppliers. I had a big shipment coming to my warehouse back in Atlanta.

I know y'all like damn girl what happened.

Okay listen, I stripped away from pretty much everyone. I really only still talk to Nyra...my therapist .... anddddddd ...... Summer.

Okayyyyyy, I get it, I sound lonely. I wasn't in my groove until about 2 years ago when I finally decided to stop being sad.

I haven't spoken or seen that man in 5 years and I plan on living like that forever. Summer ain't ask about him either. My baby is 5 man. Where did time go?! Soon she'll be 6.

And I'm...29. Shit I'm getting old.

Life has been good though, I ain't struggling, I'm on my Queen Pin shit, and my pussy is still the bomb.com.

I dog these niggas now. If you're worth my time, you may get a little taste. Is the dick like his? Eh, but I had a good share.

I was flying back home in a few and to be honest, I was excited. I missed my fucking bed.

Man, I looked on Instagram and seen Orlando's son. Looks just like him. I actually cried seeing it. Like this is really my reality.

He's tried to reach out a few times. Blocked every number and changed mine. I live in a nice neighborhood in Atlanta and whew. I'm living like a celebrity.

I couldn't wait to come back home to my baby girl. Nyra has been watching her. We've grown so close in the past couple of years and we even had a few 'friends with benefits' moments.

I miss my other girlies, but I kinda just fell out with everyone. Call me all dramatic, but like I felt like it was me against the world.

Anyways, I made it to the airport and my driver opened my door for me.

I tipped him and I seen my pretty ass jet ready for me.