Masoca is the colloquial short form of masoquista, which means "masochist". It's a striking and unusual word to find in a song, immediately grabbing your attention.
Morad sings, "Deteni'o me decían que yo era un masoca" (Detained, they told me I was a masochist). He's describing how people, likely the authorities, judged him for repeatedly getting into trouble, implying he must enjoy his own suffering. It's a powerful word that adds a deep psychological layer to his story of resilience and being misunderstood.
In "Aprendí," which means "I Learned," Morad lays out the rules he's learned for survival. This isn't a song about school; it's about the lessons from the street. The most important rule? Trust your mom. He says, "Y aprendí que de consejos de mi madre sí me fío" (And I learned that I do trust my mother's advice). She's the one who won't open the door to the police and the only one he's sure will stick by him. For everyone else, he's learned to be careful. He warns that "la mano amiga, no es la que se fía" (the friendly hand is not the one to be trusted) and that envy grows with success. He's seen friends turn on him as his circle got bigger.
Morad reflects on his journey from having nothing to his current success. He remembers when "para las bici' no tenía ni poca" (for bikes I didn't even have a little) and now he sees kids paying for everything upfront. He's faced judgment and trouble, but he's determined to keep going. He makes a promise: "aunque digan que pare, te juro no pararé" (even if they say to stop, I swear I won't stop). As long as his mother is smiling, he'll continue. The song ends with a sense of contentment despite the daily problems, because he's living his truth: "Problemas diario pero estoy contento" (Daily problems but I'm happy).