Quotients & Numbers

I had a quotient I was supposed to keep
I had a record I was supposed to keep

They used to bug me in my sleep
I had a quotient I was supposed to keep

I had a record I was supposed to keep
A record of faces I was supposed to keep
They fucked me up in my sleep

And the policeman said to me
"Hey, where are you going with that thing?"
I said: "It ain't no business, it’s my ring
It's my quotient I can keep
A quotient I gotta keep
It's my work thing I gotta keep"

I had a record in my head
And I thought about it every single day
Those records I was supposed to keep
Those names and those cars
Those numbers on those cars
And their faces I had to keep
They wouldn’t let me sleep
And the policeman said to me
He said: "Keep it"