This is a song about "No athletic tallent"

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

No one no where no why no how

Ahh shit, you done fucked up now

All we need is convienient love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

No specific pick , no particular list.

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

No no no guarantees

Right flows down and they might go nice

No failed romances, no second glances,

It seems to remind me of a scene like this